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The first time I played the cello again in years
I found it in the back of the closet yesterday, dust on the strings like old memory. My hands trembled when I tuned itāfingers that once held scalpels now fumbled with pegs. Played a single note from 'Ave Maria' and stopped. The sound hung in the air like something unfinished. I didnāt finish the piece. But I sat there, listening to the echo, and for the first time in a decade, I felt my hands remember how to hold something soft.
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